| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Parting | | By John Godfrey Saxe (1816–1887) |
| | | “SO far—so far!” Nay, Sweet! nor distant lands, | |
| Nor breadth of waters can avail to bar | |
| My love from thee. Alas! ’t is ever far, | |
| To yearning hearts, the smallest space that stands | |
| Beyond the compass of out-stretching hands; | 5 |
| And never near, how close soe’er to each | |
| True lovers be, if kisses may not reach | |
| Across the distance. Since harsh Fate commands, | |
| Darling! farewell! With tearful eyes I go, | |
| Unknowing when the glad return shall be; | 10 |
| But I will think, to mitigate my woe, | |
| How loving souls of time and tide are free; | |
| And oft to greet thee, dearest! mine, I know, | |
| Exulting will o’erleap the sundering sea! | | | | |
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